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Ten years of colors muted in sunrises

Ten years in the shadow of my true self

I remember the vibrant red of Love

I recall the Summer warmth of orange

And the lavender brushed like harvest fields

 

Now my children’s faces are those lost sunrises

But the world’s color, not gone, but washed

Faded rainbows and light in the beauty of eyes

I have been imprisoned by poison in pills

I have been robbed of memories never made

 

But my words are vessels with hope in their hulls

They are still attached to the bright spectrum

And the words themselves attached to today

And thousands of tomorrows with new sunrises

The full hue of each horizon’s beautiful emotions

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My daughters wanted me to write them something, so I wrote a few lines this morning.

 

Lily

 

Misty Morning

I know you want the Sun

Want it to break through

Want it to dry dew from the grass

Your sweet tears collected

Upon the living green spears

Of the solid Earth beneath your feet

 

The Sun will come

It will come for us both

With time and perseverance

It will shine all around

And it will warm our backs

And it will shine our hair

And it will give us new color

 

Until then I know the mist

Falling upon my cheek is a kiss

I know your silence toward me

Is not emptiness but containment

I know that you are filled with Love

But that you cannot pour it like rain

 

Like a desert I accept you lovingly

What you have to give is all I need

Though I have my own struggles

You are like the cactus flower

Painted the most splendid colors

Large and beautiful in the thorns

 

Lori

 

Morning Lori

How we laughed and smiled

When you so youthfully said

That this was your flower

How wrong we were in our mirth

And how right you turned out to be

 

Every day you greet the world

A wonder and freshness unfolds

Color and scent you give freely

On gray days you open longer

Giving more of yourself to needs

That turn you in the obscured Sun

 

And in the darkness you close

Wisely protecting yourself

So that you can unfold again

When the light beckons

Opening petals to some newness

Uncertain, bravely, come what may

 

High you have recently climbed

I see you around me and above me

Growing upon Life’s arch

Like the one straddling the sidewalk

When you were small but wise

And upon which my Love also clings

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Thank you, FluterByee. They are themselves gifts, everyday gifts.

I hear you on this one...

Best 2 gifts I've ever received in my life ... are my two daughters!!!

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Sandcastles

 

If not for you I might wash away

If not for you sturdy, caring dunes

Anchored by intertwined roots and vines

Survivors of storming wind and water

I might quickly recede into the surf

 

Together our hands build the outer walls

The moats, the towers, and the keep

That the rising morning tide seeks to claim

The erosion of each wave some bit of life

Lost to the rolling backwash and breakers

 

But each night you come to help rebuild

Our castle of sand reshaped and reformed

Grains of wisdom patted down firmly

Each night, each week, each month and year

Until we ourselves are fortresses in the dunes

.

 

 

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It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow

But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end

Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight?

The leaves of trees cast small shadows

But walk with me further atop the rail lines

And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue

 

Can you hear me calling through the echoes?

Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step?

Over train whistles still lingering in your ears?

Talk to me, I understand some of your words

The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed

For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom

 

Do you fear the long black line you travel?

If so, remember it was built with confidence

The mountain is stronger than you believe

One careful, patient step after another

Time is of no essence, I will wait for you

Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch

 

Who else better than you awaits the years of me?

Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life?

The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you

And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths

You will emerge from underground a cool spring

And, together, we will swim your beautiful current

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It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow

But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end

Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight?

The leaves of trees cast small shadows

But walk with me further atop the rail lines

And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue

 

Can you hear me calling through the echoes?

Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step?

Over train whistles still lingering in your ears?

Talk to me, I understand some of your words

The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed

For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom

 

Do you fear the long black line you travel?

If so, remember it was built with confidence

The mountain is stronger than you believe

One careful, patient step after another

Time is of no essence, I will wait for you

Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch

 

Who else better than you awaits the years of me?

Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life?

The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you

And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths

You will emerge from underground a cool spring

And, together, we will swim your beautiful current

Captivating...

It drew me in...

Thank you for sharing ... you really are very talented!

FB

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You’re very welcome, Fluter. I always like to think that it’s inspiration talking, using me as a vehicle, a role in which I am happy to serve.
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Benzo3, do you read your poetry at any local poetry readings?  I used to write and read my own poems at the local bookstore and other venues. 
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I don't wanna talk

About things we've gone through

Though it's hurting me

Now it's history

I've played all my cards

And that's what you've done too

Nothing more to say

No more ace to play

 

The winner takes it all

The loser standing small

Beside the victory

That's her destiny

 

Excerpted from ABBA 'The Winner Takes It All' 1980

 

Sorry, I wish I could write poetry.

 

Also, I don't agree with the last line.  It might have been just as easily his destiny, I think it was.

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Loving helps me heal and deal with symptoms:

 

Warm as Texas sun but often cold as artic glaciers

Eight years of my young life caught between

You brightened all I saw, but not without shadows

You scoured out my soul, but left a reservoir

I accept the bitter blessing and the sweet curse

A tear of joy, a tear of heartbreak, equal in depth

 

One minute in my twenty-sixth year, a turning

You were leaving and all hope followed you

The last goodnight, the last shutting of the door

A flooding sadness filling me, drowning me

But then you did not walk around the coffee table

The accustomed separateness of goodnights

 

Low and then rising you slowly moved above me

Hands I never held were resting upon my cheeks

And lips that gave me only words touched my own

The flood inside me became like burning kerosene

Fire moved into my throat and quickly spread

And my mind folded in on itself like burning paper

 

Trauma takes one to places otherwise unknown

In that one minute more was learned than years

Sometimes I lament that I do not recall that kiss

But that gift pried me away from time and self

And placed me into an unbroken wholeness

And infinite Love worth the price of a memory

 

Time passed and life intruded unwelcomely

Worn tire treads but apparently not enough

And I lost the me you had grown to want

Becoming the me I thought you would prefer

But how deeply I breathed you is still inescapable

How does one leave the road that led you to God?

 

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For Valentine’s Day:

 

Climb the long chain of stairs with me

To the top of the mountain with the ravine below

Where our breath becomes visible in cool air

Dissipating like the winding down of a day

And repeated as a deep and strong exhalation

Of thankfulness to wake beside you in morning

 

Share with me words both sweet and erotic

Let our lips mingle and taste that salted caramel

For a moment is as much worth as a month

And a memory as much as years to a lifetime

Have you wondered what a second can bring?

Death, life and love, all enshrouded instants.

 

But I am not endeared to pulses alone

In between there is constant and silent flow

And in that current are carried beautiful lives

Unending melodic duets sung harmoniously

Decades of shared tinder for laughter and smiles

Generations of empathetic tears in spreading rain

 

And when our hands are curled with age and pain

The home of touching fingers will bring relief

On park benches we will lean our heads together

Fulfilled with sunsets and with lovers and children

And on the day when pulse and flow cease in one

Bread will be broken but flavor will remain whole

 

 

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For Valentine’s Day:

 

Climb the long chain of stairs with me

To the top of the mountain with the ravine below

Where our breath becomes visible in cool air

Dissipating like the winding down of a day

And repeated as a deep and strong exhalation

Of thankfulness to wake beside you in morning

 

:clap::thumbsup:  :clap:

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